stack your wood
in the fireplace
warm your house
your house so warm
stack your wood
and stare out into the storm
trace the stain
on your window pane
in the shape
of my nose
trace the stain
and stare into the storm
you won’t see me
you won’t see me
but i see i see i see
you leave a bowl
of milk
on the windowsill
and that helps you sleep tonight
i breathe
the smoke
of your fire
i breathe
i dream
i dream, i dream
of your life
and i choke
so i eat
your housecat alive
fuck your peaceful protest
fuck your gay parade
fuck your ivory tower
fuck your powdered sugar problems
your mean words cut me
your mall cops hunt me
your chasers fuck me
my face is bloody
wind hail rage howl
my hands are raw
my mind is gone
i am blinded by the sleet
i cannot see another day ahead of me
while you sip your chocolate
i stare down from the skylight
the wind it cuts my back
the firelight cuts my face
am i being forged
or am i being tamed
fuck your peaceful protest
fuck your gay parade
fuck your ivory tower
fuck your powdered sugar problems
your mean words cut me
your mall cops hunt me
your chasers fuck me
your cameras love me
wind hail rage howl
powdered sugar haunts me
i dream of morning coffee
but the old men with soft skin
say i can’t come in
but now i dream of children
i dream of retirement
and grand children
who will know of no
monsters like me
Cartoon Network will always be my favorite for the pure trauma venting, but Music... Music makes me cry every time I listen. I want to say both are my favorite, but Bandcamp sucks ass lol danijayy
A nostalgic record full of ambling rhythms, vivid imagery, and cotton-soft melodies tapped out on an ever-present ’70s synth-organ hybrid. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 11, 2021